Min na Samhna
(November)
By
Lisa A.Williams
She came,
cloaked in gray.
Somber in her arrival
I sought the sun,
so well hidden
in her shadows
of dying vines,
sleepy in fruitless
wait
for rebirth.
She promised
resurrection
but faith is hard
to come by
when hands clench
in remembrance
of all that has
perished.
I have tried
to embrace her
her icy touch
reminding
that all things end.
This is amazing, Lisa. You remind me that hands clenched cannot receive, no matter what the mind or heart wants. Terrific response to the prompt, even though written earlier. Perhaps we communicated psychically! :-)
ReplyDeleteLisa, she definitely does sound like a 'chilling' presence. It is hard to embrace someone with an 'icy touch' - whether that touch is physical or psychological!
ReplyDelete"She promised resurrection but faith is hard to come by"....wow! The hands clenching, remembering all that has perished - this was a powerful read.
ReplyDeleteI so understand this crisis of faith. Beautiful to read.
ReplyDeleteOhh November is so this way...fabulously personified.
ReplyDelete'She promised resurrection
but faith is hard
to come by
when hands clench
in remembrance
of all that has perished.'
...awesome!
Beautifully carved !!!
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful--you have a lovely feel for the cadence--
ReplyDeleteVery nicely written and portrayed.
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I see this woman, in winter, or in spring.
ReplyDeleteA multilayered visitation.
Just want everyone to know how much I appreciate your taking the time to visit my blog and leaving a comment. Thank you, Lisa.
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